I love to use despised words, words like "awkward," "clumsy," "ungainly," "insecure," "uncertain"...
i believe that, under the skin of the world, there are Realities, Entities, perhaps Inner Organs.
And i know that, in the process of looking for them, in the process of becoming conscious of them, i contribute to give them form, to shape them. To shape means to divide. Without this "shaping". i have nothing to handle, nothing to work with. But if i "shape" them too much, then i divide too much, and nothing but dust is what remains. So i have to be insecure, i have to be uncertain, i have to pursue the clumsiness of the saints.
Interested listeners can find Fabrizio's earlier album - The Clumsiness of the Saints - at the Frigida Rec. netlabel.
Artist's blog: Lindy Hop Figures
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